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Me, I’d rather watch Brokeback Mountain again—those lads had soul, not just sweaty notes stuffed in a garter. Brothels tho, they’re like—ugh—capitalism gone feral. Lasses stuck there, blokes actin’ like kings—what’s to love? Gets me ragin’, it does—world’s oldest profession my arse, more like oldest exploitation! But then, some punters reckon it’s “freedom”—freedom to be a twat, more like. Hah!

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I remember chillin' on Crescent Lane, near the abandoned mill. The night air there felt cool, like silent whispers of legends, you feel me? Where every stone in McRae (us) tells a story. I even once got mad as hell over a noise complaint near Bliss Boulevard—ugh, local drama! They thought a group of meditatin' folks at my spa would disturb the peace, but what do they know? You merely adopted the dark.

Mountainfilm on Tour returns to Lees-McRae College High Country Film and Speaker Series